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C-Bo f Mob Figgas

Real Niggas

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Verse One: C-BoTwenty five years old, still tryin to make a livin off-aone live, then they`re only slugs give a niggaFuck holes in my chest, took my last breathI, squeeze my Mag and I`m taggin him to his death ridahSurpise the whole block when we slide upAn expedition in business, holdin them 9`s upFirst to die be the first nigga that speakMurdered to death in the Killafornia streetsI live my life behind a pistol, smash for the cashBitch, life is too short that`s why we murdered your assGive a shout to y`all homies, gave your pussy to a thug niggaAnd all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealersDump slugs on all y`all piggies, that club niggaAnd big dicks is why you white bitches love niggasA black warrior, finger on the fuckin triggerBefore I die bet they realise I`m a real niggaChorus: C-BoIt ain`t no clowin this trick, real niggas`ll load clipsPushin luxury cars, when we dipIt`s all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flipAnd haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas*repeat*Verse Two: Mob FiggasBailin times, fuck it, Mob Figgas`ll get the bustinAin`t no exit out the dip, stuck is how I`m livinDriven to be that male factorIt`s like I have ???? a boot cha or do ya out the frame, and loot the cashRush ya, bust ya, with fo`-fifths and extra clipsEntrepeneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga nowPushin weight to my Eastend loc, he called me *?craze is grey?*Like Tony but never phony, that bitch ???? ????I`m bringin it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real niggas down to kill niggasFive niggas, live niggas, lick and do or die, niggaNine`s nigga`s time`s tickin when I blow your mind, niggaCall me AP-9, nigga, boogie`s when we rhyme, niggaI hit the block and have it soldSee my freakers hittin vicious on them po`s, that`s the way the game goesOn tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loadsNever had my niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and caviChorusVerse Three: Mob FiggasIt`s the hustler, you figure out I pack the biggest strapBoy, I get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin is effectReal niggas lost the fake, and a war that`s takin placeYou might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain`t the kind that can`t relateWalk and trip into my car, stompin a chop off in my drawersIt`s the hustler verse em all, so I blast if it`s called fo`Your detective ass wears raw do`, real niggas keepin it inside do`While real niggas is ridin, that`s how we flex when we despiseThe Mob Figgas, I grew up with these niggasTrust my life for real niggas, ??? be the first to blastso I don`t have no fear, when I`m out hereBut life still be makin me sickHad to feel the Gleec kick and see heat rip flesh from the unfortunateAllah bless your soulI know I was wrong but he crossed the realso I prayed that you will have understandin and feelmy story, when it`s time to wrestle niggas to respectReal niggas out to get, out to get it onScreamin "Fuck em all" wit my back against the wallThey can`t hold me back, I be the first to dumpon the worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pumpWhen my nuts was young, we see they hung to the floorAnd when they severs 2-11`s like teflon dyin out the doorWhat they know? We Mob Figgas, born in them savage timesFuck your average ass rhymes, niggaChorus

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